"…Ain't it beautiful?

So unusual

Life's a gas and it's running out

Living a cliché

Gonna seize the day

Bottle rockets and celebrate, celebrate, celebrate

Carpe diem, a battle cry

Are we all too young to die?

a reason and no reply

Are we all too young to die?

Making a living

Making a killing

What's worth forgiving?

Alright"

The lyrics blasted out of the speakers as I danced my way around the house.

"Oh God I love living alone like this. The new sound system is so gear too." I shouted to no one, "But I guess it does get lonely sometimes…"

The song faded out as it finished and I heard someone knock on the door. How in the world did anyone get out here. Better yet, how the hell did they know I, or anyone for that matter, lived here. I cautiously walked to the door, I had paused the music for a bit as the next song was a personal favourite. It seems I was taking too long to get to the door and whoever it was knocked again.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming. Don't get your damn panties in a twist." I rolled my eyes and swung the door open dramatically. Next thing I know, I'm being dog piled by four familiar men.

"IZAYA!" They all shouted in unison. I frantically wriggled my way out from under the pile of bodies on top of me and jumped on top myself.

"Guys! It's so good to see you! I've missed you." I was grinning like a four year old at Christmas time. Due to a split second decision I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a carton of Jim Beam, plunking it on the longue room coffee table, "Take some if you want some boys."

"Haha, you haven't changed one bit Izaya." Alan laughed.

"Yeah I know, you boys haven't changed all the much either, isn't that right Alan." I smirked and threw him a can which he thankfully caught. Looking at myself and my attire, I decided I need to go change, "Boys, I shall be a tick, I should go and get dressed…well, more dressed at least." I was wearing only underwear and a custom band-tee. The boys just rolled their eyes at me and each grabbed a can. Believe me, they'd seen me in less, though not for the reasons one would imagine.

I started the music again and ran down the hallway and into my room, if you could call it that. I had a bad habit of falling asleep wherever I found it most comfortable at the time or my passing out.

"Shut your mouth cause you talk too much
And I don't give a damn anyway
You always seem to be stepping in shit
And all you really do is complain
Hitch a ride, tell 'em all you like
Small minds tend to think a like

Shut your mouth 'cause you're talking too much
And I don't give a fuck anyway"

I could so celarly hear the speakers blaring out the voice of Billie Joe almost directly into my brain. His voice was like a drug to me, always pumping me full of energy and ridding me of most inhabitions. I made my way to the othe side of my room and picked up a bra. I took my shirt off and put the piece of underwear on. Unfortunately all of my pants were in the wash so I just had to go with what I had on now.

"Izaya? You okay?" I stood up abruptly and hit my head on the bookshelf. I cringed and grabbed my head in pain, stumbling towards Austin in a dazed manner.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Head just hurts a tad." I replied steadily.

"Right…you don't seem fine. Are you…Are you on drugs again?"

"If I say yes?"

"Dammit Izaya, I thought we'd already talked about this before. Too many times before." He mumbled. I could tell he was disappointed, they always were. Everyone always was. That's why I don't try in most cases.

"Yeah, well. I'm my own person, now I'm gonna go eat and have fun and drink and stuff. So woo. And if it helps any, I'll probably come down soon, I took it a while ago." I pat him on the shoulder and walked out of the room, leaving him and his disappointment to themselves.

I skipped over to the lounge room table and picked up a can of Jimmy's myself, gulping it down in one swig.

"Jeez Izaya, you still drink like you used to." Tino praised as I downed another can. I nodded enthusiastically and grinned.

"Sorry to ruin all of the fun here boys, but, Izaya's doing drugs again." Austin announced, leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway. I sighed as I got disapproving looks from everyone.

"Oh get over it, it's just a little bit of speed. I'm not addicted, everything's just more fun with it." I laughed and srung up from my cross-legged position. I turned up the music and put on Not the American Average by Asking Alexandria, dropping myself on the lounge. Judging by how long ago I actually took the speed, I was gonna crash relatively soon, "Also, I did take it quite a while ago, so I'll probably crash pretty," I yawned, "Around now."

I smiled slightly as my eyelids became heavy. My whole body relaxed and just melted into the couch.

"Izaya, we're here for a reason. To take you on tour. You and your band are coming. Don't freak when you wake up somewhere else." Phil sighed.

"That's nice. See you in the morning. Night." I dosed off and let my mind wander of in the land of dreams.

I woke to a sea of voices and cheering. Unessecary sound in my opinion. All things considered, I was pretty curious. I walked outside and noticed the absence of my house, or any houses for that matter. Basically, I was surounded by massive buses on a bitchumen road out the back of what looked like a stage.

Then I remembered the last thing Phil said to me before I dosed off. I was on tour. That explains the buses, absence of housing and loud cheering.

I made my way over to the catering vendor and got myself a chicken burger and a soda, as I turned around to head back to my bands bus, I ran into someone and fell back on my ass.

"Ugh." I groaneed.

"Oh, wow. Sorry, I didn't see you there. Um…I'm Ben by the way. What's your name, I haven't seen you around before."

"I'm Izaya, from Suicides' On Vacation. You must be the Ben from Asking Alexandria."

"Haha, the one and only."

I looked up at him and he smiled, holding his hand out to help me up.

"I'll get you another burger and soda. Beef or chicken?"

"Chicken thanks."

"You know, you look a lot different than what you do in your music videos."

"That's probably because I'm not in them."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, I kind of do what Ed Sheeran does, pop in for a few seconds or so and disappear again. I don't like being in the videos, not really my thing. You on the other hand, you look almost exactly like you did in Not The American Average." I grinned, "I'm going to lick your cheek now."

"You're gonna what?" he asked skeptically. I promtply licked him on the cheek, took my burger and went back to my bus.

"Bye bye Benny boy. I shall see you some other time." I called, turning around to salute him with a grin prominent on my face.

A/N: So I decided to write a new story. I used to have 12 different ones on a USB until some people lost it ._. So I kind of had to start from scratch all over again.

So, here's a new story. I hope you all like it c: